Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.